Beware the vampire.

  If you thought that I died and that you were never going to hear from me again, you're sorta right (see picture...yes, that was taken at the epitome of my anguish). I had a bad case of food poisoning on Monday night and to make things worse, my eyes were inflamed from getting dried out (I wear contacts).  Nocturnal activities (running to the bathroom) + gaunt-look (extreme weight-loss) + red eyes (crying from the pain + previously blood-shot eyes) = vampire (this is what I looked like).

  And then I woke up and looked like a zombie (surrounded by other zombies, obviously) and there was no way I was going to make it to work. It's  a good thing that Brent loves me and had a day-off on Tuesday, because not only did he wake up early to check on me, we ended up at the hospital all day (a place he's not very fond of). I visited the eye-doctor's, only to be told that I had missed my appointment (the nurse told me the wrong time) so I had to re-schedule for a later time in the day. In the meantime, I dragged Brent to the urgent care clinic because I was still feeling nauseated.  After taking my blood-pressure and asking if I was pregnant (I hate when they do that), they ended up giving me an I.V. shot that cooled my body-temperature so much that I was shivering under the warm blanket.

  By the time we got out of the hospital, it was time for Brent to go to his rehearsal so he took me home on his way to practice. The I.V. helped with the nausea for a while and I was able to eat the udon (noodles) my mom made for dinner but by the time Brent came back, the medicine had worn off and I was starting to feel sick again.  The ginger ale that he bought for me worked for a while but I noticed that hot warmer felt better for my stomach and throat.

 I wasn't feeling that much better when I woke up today and I had seriously considered not going to work again but since I wasn't contagious, I figured that I might as well go back. Although the first few hours of work was a challenge for me, drinking a noodle soup and some pretzels seemed to do the trick. My mom suggested Nordstrom Cafe for dinner and, feeling my appetite coming back (slightly) I was all for it. However, the only thing I was able to stomach was the inside of the grilled potatoes and a few bites of grilled zuchini. I also ate a little of the angel haired pasta but the tomato sauce was definitely too soon and it made my stomach do a flip (not in a pleasant way).

  Although I'd rather not recall what I had ate or done on Monday pre-poisoning, I would like to point out the a fun discovery that my mother and I made that morning. The place is called Cream Pot at the Monarch Hotel (pictured) and it looks like the inside of a hobbit's home or even the White Rabbit's home. Seriously, the cutest little cafe ever.  I think what me over was the doorway to their kitchen--it was a wooden door where all things magical happened! I loved the owner's attention to detail and I was definitely a fan. Perhaps I'll go back in a few months when the thought of Monday night has long since passed.

Anyway, don't expect food pictures for a while. I'll just stick to pictures of people and scenery instead...Tah!